I am a commoner, but I will lead the empress to unify the world

He is not an ambitious man. He came here just to live a contented life.

Now his thoughts have gradually changed.

But the most important thing right now is to survive, as his parents and sister-in-law are waiting for him at home.

"Group 134, come up and compete!"

The Royal Guards shouted.

Shen Changgong handed the wooden stick in his hand to the royal guard beside him, took the sword from the other party, and walked forward.

His opponent was a tall and strong young man.

The young man looked at Shen Changgong, sighed, and said with compassion in his eyes,

"You are too weak. If this were a duel, I would urge you to surrender. But now, I'm sorry, I can only try to make your death as quick as possible."

Shen Chang nodded silently.

The empress on the distant stands was looking at Shen Changgong at this time.

"This enemy of yours is quite good-looking."

"Your Majesty, don't judge a person by his appearance. Don't be fooled by his good looks. He is actually a fool with a rotten heart."

"Oh?"

“Your Majesty, from the way he holds the knife, you can tell that the man opposite him is holding the knife with both hands, with the tip of the knife pointing forward, capable of both attack and defense.

He still held the knife with one hand, the tip pointing downwards, leaving the middle door wide open. This was too slow for both defense and attack, and the loophole was too big.

The empress shook her head and said,

"I don't see it that way."

"What do you think, Your Majesty?"

"I feel... he's very confident. I don't see any panic in him, only calmness and composure, as if he's long been accustomed to this kind of fighting, as if he's waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

Gongsun Wan'er curled her lips and whispered,

"Maybe he's just pretending. He's just a scoundrel."

"Then we'll see."

As soon as the empress finished speaking, the tall and strong young man opposite Shen Changgong suddenly attacked, raised his knife and slashed towards Shen Changgong.

The knife was fast and powerful, and looked very scary, but in Shen Changgong's eyes, it was full of flaws.

He had a hundred ways to kill this man.

But considering what the other party said, he decided to give him a quick death.

Shen Changgong slid to avoid the opponent's knife, and at the same time swung the knife like lightning, cutting off the opponent's skull with one blow.

The skull is very hard, and killing someone and chopping off their skull is a very tiring task, as the knife can easily get stuck or slip.

When a killer kills someone, he usually looks for the most vulnerable places to attack, such as the heart, throat, temple, etc.

However, these places cannot cause people to die and lose consciousness immediately. The death process will take several minutes to hours and is very painful.

Shen Changgong wanted to give the other party a quick death.

When the knife was chopped out, everyone around was stunned.

This was followed by a burst of cheers, with many dignitaries applauding Shen Changgong.

Shen Changgong just thought they were noisy.

And disgusting.

Gongsun Wan'er's face changed drastically in the distance. She was also a master, so how could she not see how fast, accurate and ruthless Shen Changgong's knife was!

This is definitely not an ordinary scoundrel!

Suddenly, she saw the lecher turn around and look at her with a bright and charming smile on his face.

That smile was full of provocation and danger!

Gongsun Wan'er felt like she was being stared at by a poisonous snake.

The corners of the empress's mouth were covered with a leisurely smile.

"That's quite interesting, Wan'er. I think he might be the one who survives to the end."

"Your Majesty thinks so highly of him?"

"Do you dare to make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"If he really survives, I want you to apologize to him in person."

"Me? Apologize to him?"

"Yeah, weren't you the one who dragged him over to participate in this Shura scene? Haha."

Shen Changgong followed the Imperial Guards down and returned to his tent.

The bodies in the tent had been dragged away, and he was the only one left here.

Just as the young imperial guard was about to leave, Shen Changgong stopped him.

"How are we going to compete in the next few days?"

"You do not know?"

The young Royal Guard said,

"The first three days will be one-on-one. By the fourth day, there will be about a hundred people left. Then everyone will be given weapons and enter the training ground for a melee. The one who survives will be the winner and can enter the palace to meet the emperor."

Shen Changgong nodded and said nothing more.

The imperial guard turned and left, and the moment he turned around, Shen Changgong took the dagger from his waist.

The Royal Guards are elite troops, each of them is equipped with three weapons: a spear, a sword, and a dagger. Some of them replace their spears with bows and arrows.

He already had a bold plan in mind.

The one who survived must be him.

On the second and third days, Shen Changgong ate during the day, then went on the field and defeated his opponents in seconds. When he slept at night, he set up a mechanism at the door of the tent to prevent others from breaking in in the middle of the night.

By the third night, only about a hundred people were left in the fifty tents.

On a dark and windy night, Shen Changgong opened his eyes, took the stolen dagger, and quietly left the tent.

There wasn't even a patrolling soldier around, after all, killing wasn't prohibited here.

But he knew that outside the parade ground, there were at least five thousand imperial guards with weapons in hand staring at them.

Shen Changgong quietly walked into the next tent and waved a dagger at the three sleeping people inside.

He is not a good man or a believer. Only one of them can survive. To him, these people will die sooner or later.

His performance over the past three days has attracted a lot of attention. If there is a big fight tomorrow, he is afraid that he will be attacked by everyone.

Night is his home turf, and he can kill everyone silently.

Another point is, don’t those powerful people want to see the common people become like wild beasts and kill and bite each other in order to survive?

Wouldn't it be a pleasure for them to see this kind of scene?

He just wouldn't let these people get what they wanted!

Today this knife is swung at the common people, and tomorrow it will surely pierce the hearts of the powerful.

He originally thought that he could live a comfortable and peaceful life in this world, but now it seems that even if he doesn't come here, he will still be oppressed and humiliated by those powerful people outside.

After all, civilians don’t have human rights.

In the dark night, he was like a ghost, shuttling back and forth between tents, reaping one life after another.

From beginning to end, not a single sound was made.

"Don't kill me, I don't want to die."

The last person was pinned to the ground by him and watched him beg for mercy.

"Sorry, I don't want to either."

The sharp blade flashed a cold light in the moonlight and cut through the fragile throat.

The next day, all the dignitaries came. They sat in the stands, smiling and waiting for the most exciting slaughter.

After all, only a chaotic melee without any rules can arouse the animal nature of those untouchables and let them see the excitement of "beast fighting".

However, as An Rong shouted for all the handsome men to leave the tents, only one man came out of the fifty tents.

The man was covered in blood. He faced the rising sun, his eyes like an eagle, sweeping across the faces of the beasts.

"Why is there only one person left? Where did the others go?!"

A powerful person shouted.